Here is my contribution to Bushboy’s challenge, Last on the Card, for the month of October. I must confess that I’ve been in a bit of a funk for the last few weeks. On October 9 my beloved father-in-law, TR passed away at the age of ninety-nine years. We were convinced that he would live to be one hundred years old. I was busying myself planning his next birthday. It didn’t dawn on me that I might have to plan his funeral instead.
At any rate, it’s been awhile since I last carted out one of my Canons. I’ve been relying solely on my iPhone to photograph whatever I might consider interesting. This is the last photo that I took with my iPhone 11, unedited.
Okay, then. It seems as if I may be getting back on track. Here is my entry for the Photographing Public Art Challenge. For a change, I’m actually posting this in a timely fashion. I’ve been meaning to photograph this mural for quite some time now. It’s not far from my home. On this particular day, the sun wasn’t in the best position, so I told myself that I would go back later that day to do more. Well, as so often happens when one procrastinates, I didn’t get the job done. So this will have to do for now.
From the photo on the left, you can see the glare of the sun that I was contending with. As Arnold Schwarzenegger said in the first Terminator movie, “I’ll be back.”
“You Majesty! Look! Look out the window!” Abigail Hoffenhoff, out of breath, bounded into Queen Pirouette’s bedchamber. Gesticulating wildly, the Queen’s closest friend and confidante, unlatched the nearest window that looked onto the courtyard of the palace. “Wait!” She shouted. “Wait! The Queen!” Exhausted by her own emotions, Abigail broke into a series of coughs that shook her entire frame.
“What’s this?” Said one of the Queen’s other ladies in waiting. “As you can see, Her Majesty is in the middle of reading important state documents.” With pursed lips, the dower dowager shook her head and with an elegant gesture, moved her hand in Pirouette’s direction.
“Be that as it may, the Queen needs to see her fiancé right now…” Abigail paused to catch her breath. “Amirite?” She blurted out.
Dropping the magnifying glass that used to help her decipher the chicken scratch that the Prime Minister considered handwriting, Pirouette rose from her desk and moved to the window in measured paces. It never failed to amaze Abigail (and others) how their Queen could walk in such a way that she appeared to be gliding like a skater on ice.
When she reached the window, Pirouette saw her beloved GarGar, le comte des Deux Chats riding a magnificent white steed and dressed in his full uniform as a general in Her Majesty Army. He looked every bit the hero with his light blue coat, a dozen or more medals hanging from his chest, with his shiny black riding boots and his sword by his side. On his face, he wore an expression that bespoke authority, determination and pride. But it was his flashing eyes that were his most noticeable adornment.